The Whino-Whiner Whines Again

Finally college has succeeded in sucking all creativity out of me, leaving behind a limp, lifeless sack full of apocytes, undigested chip particles and splinters of imagination.
That's all I am reduced to right now.
I have been maintaining a low-ish profile these last few days. It's that beautiful time of the semester again, when remaining sloshed for 16 hours out of the 28 I wish I had in a day seems like the best case scenario.
Finals start Wednesday. But that's not what is bumming me out. Nuh-uh. What is bumming me out is the fact that I really don't want to go home after the exams get over. I mean what kind of a person doesn't want to go home. I'll be visiting Calcutta after like four months, and this will be one of the last visits to my beloved city in what I can presume will be a very long time. Few years maybe.
I have my reasons to feel that way. And hopefully soon enough, maybe in a few years when I am far far away from where I am right now and when I am rich and loaded and don't give a damn in the entire freaking world as to what people think about me, I will probably disclose those reasons.
They aren't teeny-weeny oh-I-hate-my-relatives-crap kind of reasons.
Those reasons make up my life. I relate my existence to those reasons. And everytime I cry shamelessly to another one of those melodramatic scenes at the end of each episode of Grey's Anatomy, those reasons surface once more - and I know that no matter how hard I try to run from them, they are the truest, probably the most real part of my life so far.
I know then, I can never be normal.
Ironically enough, all that I ever wanted for myself, was to be normal.